I’ve been out of town for two weeks and though I’m anxious and excited to share Orgy #2, something happened the other night that I’d like to talk about in this blog post.

I have/had 3 regular play partners. I call them Number 1, 2 and 3 in order of who I met first, second and you get the picture. There’s no question that number 2 is my favorite. He’s intelligent, polite and most of all respectful. He treats me well, really well. He compliments me and is always happy to see me, thanking me, genuinely for my time. He also makes the effort to come see me, as does #3, which is pretty important to me.

Number two is also Player X and thus I meet him and his wife at play parties and travel for that. Number three lives quite far away. Number 1 lives in San Francisco and doesn’t have a car. That’s fine and normal for city living. I had a car when I lived there but that’s certainly not the norm.

When I went to the swinger's club with #1 I could have met him there but he asked me to pick him and the other girl up. This took me an extra hour of time. The club was 30 minutes from my house and I drove another 30 to his house and then I drove 30 minutes back to the club. In retrospect I should have asked them to meet me there. I also paid for myself to get into the club. The other girl didn’t pay anything but I offered and #1 happily took my money.

I mention this not because I feel every man should pay for me but… he invited me, I drove a total of 2 hours that night, including picking him and the other girl up and taking them there so none of it felt even, or right.

Cut to this past friday. About a week ago, he asked me if I would go to another sex party with him. I was out of town and told him I wouldn’t be in town for Thanksgiving. He said the party was Friday night and I agreed. I shouldn’t have agreed to go, that much is clear to me now. I had a very hard work and travel week that culminated in a 4 hour drive home on Friday.

Half-way home, in the pouring rain, I wasn’t feeling well and pulled over to sleep. I got home late on Friday and was far too sick to go to the party.

I hadn’t purchased my ticket yet. Yes I had to pay for myself. I texted him apologizing profusely and telling him I was too sick to go. Now what response would you expect? “I’m so sorry you’re sick, I hope you feel better. Is there anything I can do.” Or at the very least, “I’m sorry you’re sick. I’m disappointed you can’t go tonight but I understand.”

Nope - I got a text saying he had put out a lot of capital to make the night happen. Capital? What kind of capital? I had to buy my own $60 ticket. He never asked me how I was or offered one ounce of sympathy or empathy. As a matter of fact, I haven’t heard a word from him since, thankfully because that guy has moved to number ZERO.

The reason I’m blogging about this is because any kind of relationship, even a superficial one, can be fraught with problems. Everything in life isn’t fun, games and sexy. Sometimes people are just jerks.

I can be hard on myself and say I should have known better because I should have. The way he treated me the last time I saw him was not okay. I’m not a chauffeur. But I agreed to do it and thus I have no one else to blame. I must say though, I absolutely can afford to be picky. I can afford to demand that I'm treated well. I can afford to say no and goodbye and f-off.

I went to a lifestyle swingers/sex club with one of my partners, I’ll call him Daniel. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to participate but I wanted to see what it was about. As I was leaving my house he texted me asking if he could bring another girl along and I figured, the more the merrier. I’ll call her Katie.

I picked them up and drove them to the club. Daniel goes to this particular club regularly and when we met a few months ago I had expressed interest.

Katie is a girl he had only met in person that very night. They’d connected online and though she was game about going with us, it was pretty obvious this was not her scene.

The club’s main room sports a dance floor and a bar with water and finger food. We got there early and couples lounged together on couches. After a bit, people started to dance. There were two stripper poles and porn playing on a screen on the wall. Techno beats lit up the place, far too loud for comfort. A woman patron danced on the stripper pole while another tried. And as the night continued the owners raised the music to a painful level, forcing people into the back rooms.Daniel led us there after my ears bled. First remove clothing and put it in a locker. Then don a towel. No-one clothed is allowed into the back. Two large rooms fill the back space with couches lining the walls. The entire floor of each room is a bed. It reminded me of a room I saw once in the playboy mansion except here there was distressing porn playing on the walls.

Katie, Daniel and I sat on a couch and talked. Couples entered the room/s, got naked and went at it. As time went on there was almost no space on the floors, just naked bodies engaged in their experiences.

There weren’t many threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. There wasn’t any BDSM. What it seemed to be was a lot of monagamous vanilla couples whose kinks were exhbitionism and voyeurism. Almost all the women engaged in their experiences had their eyes closed. Almost all the men, engaged in their experiences, were looking around. When one guy was invited, by a girl’s partner, to spank the girl next to him—his girlfriend opened her eyes, saw and got angry, telling him to stop. When another man tried to touch this same girl she told him not to. I appreciate that she knows what she wants and that consensual sex, touching, and everything in between is a must but… you’re at a sex club, having sex in between two other couples having sex. I don’t think anyone should compromise but I do think that maybe, if that kind of thing bothers you, you should have those conversations with your partner before you get naked in public.

Daniel, Katie and I kept our towels on and watched. Katie spoke openly of how sexual she was and how much she loved sex but she did not want to engage there at all. I get that and I respect it. Talking to her was interesting and I enjoyed it but in the end, it was a night of babysitting for both me and Daniel.

The porn on the walls was quite disturbing. It portrayed women behind walls with only their legs and private business showing. Men either screwed these headless, bodiless women or licked them. It was beyond objectification. These women didn’t even seem to exist except to please men with their groins. It was anything but sexy.

Some of the things I saw and liked:Next to me on the couch were two couples. One man in the middle of two girls used a hand to pleasure each one at the same time. When they questioned him he said “What? I have two hands, I may as well use them.”

One of the girls eventually got up to make out with another woman on a couch across the way. There were two men with that woman and they both stood aside wearing smiles.

Overall—I’m glad I went, it was another interesting experience. I may try again without babysitting but I have found (in my limited experience) that I enjoy the orgies and another sex club that I used to go to and re-frequented this Halloween better.​But I could definitely see if I were in a vanilla mono relationship and wanted to spice things up, this sex club in particular could do just that.

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This is the Journey of Rain Star - Chloe's alter ego who is on a mission to experience the sensual pleasures of life. Stay tuned for an episode a week and come live vicariously through Rain and her sexploits.